Lyrics: Hank Snow. Rose Of Old Monterey.

I met her in old Monterey on a night that was filled with romance
We listened to violins play sweet music that held us entranced
I knew you were mine from the start your eyes were mischievious and gay
As I kissed my Rose of the border that night down in old Monterey
There's no manana one night with a lifetime to live
Sweet primadonna my heart wanted only to give
I won't forget you your though duty forbids me to stay

I'll be at your call when the first petals fall
For my Rose down in old Monterey
[ guitar ]
There's no manana one night...